You could hear a pin drop in the office. Liam was wearing a gold watch on his lean hands, holding a platinum business card. It had his private number on it.

Zoe took it from him gingerly. She stared at him for some time before asking softly, “Why would you help me, Liam? I thought you’d take Mason’s side.”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and smoked the cigar wordlessly. Truth be told, he didn’t have a good reason for doing this. If he had to find a reason, then perhaps it was because of what he saw in the hospital that day.

The cuts on her wrists were terrifying to look at and it reminded him so much of the same injuries he had seen on his mother. There was a definite difference between them, though. His mother was determined to die and she had succeeded in her goal.

On the other hand, Zoe was doing everything she could to stay alive. Perhaps that was what triggered his compassion for her.

…

Zoe was gripping the business card tightly and her palms were